The only thing I can recall is that it rained all day and all night, and that when I asked my father whether heaven was crying, he couldn't bring himself to reply. Six years later my mother's absence remained in the air around us, a deafening silence that I had not yet learned to stifle with words.

Jacinta never told Penelope that she loved her. The nurse knew that those who really love, love in silence, with deeds and not with words.

The city was asleep, and the bookshop felt like a boat adrift in a sea of silence and shadows.

Silence makes idiots seem wise even for a minute.

Jacinta nunca le dijo a Penélope que la quería. El aya sabía que quien quiere de verdad quiere en silencio, con hechos y nunca con palabras.